Tuesday, September 27, 2011
We Are All Horrible..... Victims.
I'm a victim. I've been treated like shit, beat down, broken and basically thrown away like trash on several occasions. Feel bad for me and love me with your sympathy because as a victim I am never wrong or accountable for anything that has happened to me.
We live in a society now where NO ONE takes responsibility for their actions. A study of this phenomena was done back in 1993 (Horowitz). It was called the "Culture of Victimization" and it's only gotten worse since the 90's. It's like we're in a constant battle with each other to see who can out "victim" someone else. I mean, when you piss someone else off, the first initial reaction is to place blame for it on anything but yourself. Instead of just saying "Yup I did that... and I'm sorry." We come up with every excuse in the book. "So and so made me do it". Or "You made me feel like crap so I'm reciprocating". Or my PERSONAL favorite... "It's all in your head." (Fuck you btw).
We are brought up to believe that we are supposed to be happy and as Americans we have a "constitutional right" to be so. We're also taught how to lie and manipulate a situation so things will go our way. (Some of this are better at this than others). I think we're losing focus of some very important things in our lives, people. It's okay to be happy. More than okay. Expected in fact. But it's not okay to be sad? It's not okay to have a bad day anymore? It's not okay to get angry??? When did that happen? When we get angry we get blamed for being irrational, over emotional, or another personal favorite of mine "bi-polar". A very close friend of mine once said to me "I'm not bi-polar, I'm just human." And you know what fuckers??? Most of us are just that.... HUMAN. We're ALLOWED to feel the way we feel, when we feel it REGARDLESS of whatever the fuck you think. Wanna know why??? Because we can't control it anymore than you can... dick.
And my FAVORITE part of it all is when you're caught cheating or lying about something ridiculous, and because of our "Culture of Victimization", you blame it on the other person. You weren't good enough to keep me faithful. You didn't make me feel special enough. You didn't do this and that so I stuck my dick in someone else or got my vagina wet for someone else. COME ON PEOPLE. If you're not happy how about you man up a bit and tell the fucking person you hate them before you go do something like that??? I mean really, you'd have to hate them to cheat on someone you tell you love. I don't give a shit HOW unspecial you feel or what the fuck ever, no one deserves to be lied to and treated like shit. And seriously... who ever gets over being cheated on.... really... it's like a capital offense.
But everything always goes back to my original thought every time... we are all horrible. Every single one of us. Somebody said "You can't change who you are but you can change what you do with it." (Don't ask me who spit out THOSE words of wisdom because I don't remember). But it's true. We fight our horrible side every day and some of us squat in it and blame everyone else for shit they are more than fully in control of. But I guess the hard part is admitting it. It's up to us how we act towards other people. It's EASY to blame someone else for things you've done. It's EASY to blame the other person who treated you like crap when in all fairness, you ALLOW them to treat you that way. It's easy to play the victim card because it's what everyone else on this fucking planet does.
Not only do we not hold OURSELVES accountable for what we do, but we're also not holding others accountable for what they do to us. It's like if we don't take care of the problem or at least let them know they hurt us, we are feeding more into our own victimhood. We can't bitch about shit if we don't fix the problem. And why do we not stick up for ourselves? Why do we not tell the mother fucker that burned us hey... you're a complete waste of air and you hurt me and I hope you fall off something high? It makes you feel better, I promise you. Sticking up for ourselves not only proves that we have brass balls but it boosts our confidence levels. It's like Methamphetamine... without the drug lab and jitters.
As people, we eat this shit up and HOPE something bad happens to us so we have something to talk about at the dinner table. And the sad thing is, we also allow ourselves to be treated like shit because it's almost more entertaining than having something good and easy. We're SURROUNDED by drama everyday... Facebook, magazines and now even the fucking newspapers are getting in on it. (I mean who really wants to read about Weiner's weiner?????) We are all becoming stupider by the day because of our obsession with drama. It's what makes our lives intense, and it's pretty damn sad that we want the bad over the good, because "our lives will suck without it." It's disgusting. (And I'm guilty for doing everything above at LEAST once. And sometimes twice on purpose.)
We should all own one of those t shirts. Bah.
(I got a lot of information off a site (this one in fact http://www.zurinstitute.com/victimhood.html) as I am doing a research project on this for college 'cause the topic pisses me the fuck off... so I'm citing it.... like a good student should.)
Friday, September 23, 2011
Who To Blame For Crazy Ass Bitches
Soooooo.... I suppose you want to know why women are always bad mouthing men, saying that they're no good, not good enough, and that there are no good men out there?
Well, here's your answer. Women are brainwashed. Yeah, I said it. We are brainwashed from birth about how a man should be. As a child, we're started off with beautifully animated movies like Cinderella, Lady and the Tramp, Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty.
I mean come on. Cinderella is a rags to riches story full of false hope. All it does is show little girls to behave and do what you're told and then good things will happen to you. Umm... fucking wrong? I mean, at least in Pretty Woman (a modern-ish depiction of Cinderella) it's a little more realistic since she's a fucking prostitute first. As little girls we are taught the farse of love at first sight. We are taught to believe that it's okay to fall hopelessy in love with a man we've only danced with for a couple hours. And if that's not unbelievable enough we then watch as this imaginary man not only falls in love with her back not even knowing her fucking NAME, but he then puts in an enormously ridiculous effort and SEARCHES A COUNTRYSIDE for this unknown woman!!! A prince that has numerous more convenient women throwing themselves at his overly shined shoes falls head over heels in love with one blonde in glass slippers. PLEASE. Men do not do this. Love at first sight and a momentous effort for a woman who he didn't even get to see naked are not normal habits for normal men.
Lady and the Tramp... pretty "Lady" turns around a scum bag's life and they fall in love and live happily every after. Give me a fucking break. Once a bad ass, always a bad ass and there ain't no amount of sex that's gonna change him. ESPECIALLY if you pop out six puppies... that fucker's gone.
And here's a quick lady bash. As crazy shallow ass bitches you honestly think we're going to fall in love with a FUCKING DOG like Beauty and the Beast?!?!?!?! I don't care HOW big his dick is, I'm not fucking a dog (although one of my exes was just as hairy as one so MAYBE I'm lying a bit).
Here's another fucking lie I'd like to discuss. Let's talk about Sleeping Beauty. Again... love at first sight. Fucking gag me. As little girls we're taught to wait for that one perfect white knight. So not only in this bullshit film do we have true love between a man and a woman that met for 15 minutes in the middle of the fucking WOODS (and again THEY DIDN'T GET NAKED) this man continues to FIGHT A FUCKING DRAGON for this bitch. And not only a dragon... a magical fire breathing, step on your ass and peel your body jam from out my toes kind of dragon. Now, how many guys do you know would be like "Fuck this shit. Bitch ain't worth it...." go home, pop a beer and watch the game instead? AND if falling head over heels in one afternoon and fighting a fire breathing pissed off cunt of a dragon aren't unbelievable enough, he then continues to climb 80 flights of stairs JUST TO KISS HER!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone else find it hard to believe that after physically exhausting himself and nearly dying for this bitch he gets to the top to find his sleeping girlfriend alone in a tower... and all he does is kiss her???? COME ON. I mean she's already been date raped... we know would happen in THIS lifetime.
Romance is wormed right into our tiny stupid little girl brains RIGHT from the get go. So, who do you blame for crazy ass bitches that believe in true love at first sight, Prince Charming, faithfulness, one marriage that lasts for ever, happily ever after, unicorns and other mystical creatures????
Well, here's your answer. Women are brainwashed. Yeah, I said it. We are brainwashed from birth about how a man should be. As a child, we're started off with beautifully animated movies like Cinderella, Lady and the Tramp, Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty.
I mean come on. Cinderella is a rags to riches story full of false hope. All it does is show little girls to behave and do what you're told and then good things will happen to you. Umm... fucking wrong? I mean, at least in Pretty Woman (a modern-ish depiction of Cinderella) it's a little more realistic since she's a fucking prostitute first. As little girls we are taught the farse of love at first sight. We are taught to believe that it's okay to fall hopelessy in love with a man we've only danced with for a couple hours. And if that's not unbelievable enough we then watch as this imaginary man not only falls in love with her back not even knowing her fucking NAME, but he then puts in an enormously ridiculous effort and SEARCHES A COUNTRYSIDE for this unknown woman!!! A prince that has numerous more convenient women throwing themselves at his overly shined shoes falls head over heels in love with one blonde in glass slippers. PLEASE. Men do not do this. Love at first sight and a momentous effort for a woman who he didn't even get to see naked are not normal habits for normal men.
Lady and the Tramp... pretty "Lady" turns around a scum bag's life and they fall in love and live happily every after. Give me a fucking break. Once a bad ass, always a bad ass and there ain't no amount of sex that's gonna change him. ESPECIALLY if you pop out six puppies... that fucker's gone.
And here's a quick lady bash. As crazy shallow ass bitches you honestly think we're going to fall in love with a FUCKING DOG like Beauty and the Beast?!?!?!?! I don't care HOW big his dick is, I'm not fucking a dog (although one of my exes was just as hairy as one so MAYBE I'm lying a bit).
Here's another fucking lie I'd like to discuss. Let's talk about Sleeping Beauty. Again... love at first sight. Fucking gag me. As little girls we're taught to wait for that one perfect white knight. So not only in this bullshit film do we have true love between a man and a woman that met for 15 minutes in the middle of the fucking WOODS (and again THEY DIDN'T GET NAKED) this man continues to FIGHT A FUCKING DRAGON for this bitch. And not only a dragon... a magical fire breathing, step on your ass and peel your body jam from out my toes kind of dragon. Now, how many guys do you know would be like "Fuck this shit. Bitch ain't worth it...." go home, pop a beer and watch the game instead? AND if falling head over heels in one afternoon and fighting a fire breathing pissed off cunt of a dragon aren't unbelievable enough, he then continues to climb 80 flights of stairs JUST TO KISS HER!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone else find it hard to believe that after physically exhausting himself and nearly dying for this bitch he gets to the top to find his sleeping girlfriend alone in a tower... and all he does is kiss her???? COME ON. I mean she's already been date raped... we know would happen in THIS lifetime.
Romance is wormed right into our tiny stupid little girl brains RIGHT from the get go. So, who do you blame for crazy ass bitches that believe in true love at first sight, Prince Charming, faithfulness, one marriage that lasts for ever, happily ever after, unicorns and other mystical creatures????
WALT FUCKING DISNEY. That's who. Fuck you Walt.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The Beginning
Truth is I don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks nor do I feel the need to justify or apologize for the things I say and do on here. Seriously, this is just a blog so if you don't like my site, STOP READING IT. I promise you it will not break my heart or send me spiraling into a verse of rip stabity stab stab (if you don't get that reference, look up “Emo song” on YouTube and be prepared to laugh your ass off). I am just me and that's all I'm ever going to be. I like to cook, clean and take long walks on the beach. (No seriously I'm down with the beach lol let's go!). I'm a Leo, a general pain in the ass high maintenance bitch and yes I do windows. I love to sing (although I have to be pretty god damn drunk to do so in public now a days). I can handle most things that are thrown at me during the day and consider myself tough but if you happen by my place at night you may hear my tough ass crying myself to sleep. I have loved and lost but the problem usually is that once I'm done losing I'm still left loving... it's a curse. Anyone who has advice on how to stop loving someone, please let me know... that would be worth it's weight in gold.
Sometimes I hate being a mother and if you think that statement is blasphemy fuck off you've obviously never been a mother. Life is too short not to say how you feel and sometimes I feel like jumping out a window or drowning myself in my own toilet when my son is throwing a tantrum. So sue me. But then, sometimes, I've never done something so amazing as becoming a mother. As I watch my son try to catch a snowflake on his tongue for the first time and giggle every time he misses I couldn't imagine being anything else. But there are those weeks where the truly amazing just don't equal out the truly stressful and my mother's curse echo's through my head... “I hope you have a child that's JUST LIKE YOU....”. Ha. Fuck you Mom. I mean that with love. Really. Being a single mother is the single most trying thing I've ever done in my life even though it was my own stupidity that got me here. I've got trust issues... like I trust way too quickly and put all my faith in someone that was never going to step up anyway.... but that's another story...
I've got days that just start out bad. I wake up and BOOM... the day is already fucked. No rhyme. No reason. Just the act of waking up has royally fucked my day... and I'm so desperate not to start the day that I don't get out of bed on time to get my son ready for school and myself ready for work because I've just wasted the half an hour I need to shit shower and shave by arguing with myself (get out of bed.... no.... ) and my son and I both end up late to everything and the day continues on a downward spiral of self inflicted DOOM! (whoa…big breath in... slowly let it out..... )
But this is me. THIS is my life. I am NOT fucking happy all the time and you can go lick a donkey's ass if you think I should be. I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not for you or anyone else. Life isn't always about being happy and I'm not stupid enough to insist it is (like some people I know that have their head shoved ENTIRELY too far up their own asses). I do however know that bad comes with the good and that strong relationships with people and yourself are the ones that can survive both the good AND the bad. Can't shit a rainbow without rainclouds first (…..?). The bad is what makes the good... so GOOD.
I'm not saying that this strategy always gets me by because the past burns inside me like an inferno sometimes and if I'm not standing there vigilant with my fire extinguisher I incinerate.... (ashes to ashes). But I am so damn confident that the sun will in fact rise again for another day that NOTHING can keep me down long. If you look back on all the bullshit that has happened in my life, it's the one constant I have.... I will ALWAYS get back up if you knock me down... (but once I get back up you better watch your ass 'cause I'll be gunning for you when I take over the world and have a machine gun at my disposal... just saying....) I've done some pretty crazy shit to make sure that my son and I make it out on top and it seems that I don't even know my boundaries for survival.
And that's what life is all about.... surviving. How much shit can you take before you just stop ticking... The human brain is amazingly resilient. So is the human heart. And as much as I don't enjoy sending my brain or my heart through the food processor on such a constant basis, inhaling the fumes from the glue I use to put myself back together just seems to make it all worth it (..... wait... where I am I.... oh yeah... heh). I'm okay with being me... most of the time. And if you're not, well.... eat me. I can't seem to find it in me to care if you don't. I have enough trouble keeping things together enough so I like myself never mind wasting the effort on your ass.
So in parting I leave you with lyrics from one of the best songs ever written: “First of all I'd like to say fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF! I like something you don't and you're telling me it's shit. Stick your head back up your ass. Don't waste my time. I don't need your opinion... noooooo.... 'Cause you don't know what it's like... you don't know what's it's like. You don't know what it's like to be like me. You don't know, so keep your mouth shut.”
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